The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm

Chapter 95: 095: Euphoria

~ ROSELLE ~

He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath.

Ronan grabs a fistful of my hair, firm but not cruel, and turns me around on the bed. My knees sink into the mattress as he pulls my hips back, forcing my back to arch deeply for him. The new angle makes me feel deliciously exposed, ass up, chest pressed down, completely open and vulnerable to whatever he wants to do to me.

Then he fills me from behind in one powerful thrust.

"Ah!" The sudden, deep stretch hits that aching, itchy spot inside me perfectly. My entire body quivers violently. My eyes roll back, lashes fluttering as wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashes through me. It’s too much. Too fucking much... and yet it’s exactly what I’ve been craving. Exactly what soothes the burning emptiness inside my heat.

I feel him pull back slowly, dragging every thick inch along my fluttering walls, only to slam deep again, jerking me backward by my hair until my back meets his solid chest. The sharp sting on my scalp mixes with the pleasure in the most sinful way.

Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

Shooting stars explode behind my eyelids. My voice is already hoarse from all the moaning, screaming, and begging I’ve done. Hot tears streak down my flushed cheeks as he begins thrusting in earnest, deep, rhythmic, possessive strokes that make my soaked pussy flutter and clench around him.

The more he fucks me, the more my body opens up for him. My pussy expands greedily, taking every inch, leaking more slick juices down my thighs with every powerful snap of his hips. I’m dripping for him. Made for him.

"Do you feel good, baby?" he grunts hotly against my ear, his breath ragged as he keeps pounding into me from behind. The wet, filthy sound of our bodies slapping together fills the cottage.

"Y-Yes... yes... yes..." Each brutal thrust knocks the words right out of me. I can barely speak, barely think. All I know is the overwhelming stretch, the delicious burn, the way his cock keeps hitting that spot that makes my toes curl and my mind melt.

"Let me know when you want me to stop," he growls, voice thick with restraint and hunger. "Let me know when you feel sated."

"No, don’t stop," I sob immediately, pushing back against him desperately. "Please don’t stop... I need more..."

"Fuck, Roselle," he rasps, tightening his grip in my hair as he drives into me harder. "You love my dick in your pussy, don’t you?"

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I can’t think. Can’t form a single coherent thought beyond Moon Goddess and broken moans. My walls squeeze around him helplessly.

"Yes..." The word trembles out of me on a desperate whine. "Yes, I do... I love it... Don’t stop, please—!"

"Then why were you restraining yourself earlier?" His voice is dark, edged with raw need and a hint of hurt as he slams into me again, grinding deep. "You were suffering, Rose. Why didn’t you let me help you?"

Every logical part of me has completely shut down. All that exists is this, him inside me, claiming me, soothing the fire that’s been consuming me.

"Talk to me, Rose..." he demands, slowing his thrusts just enough to make me feel every thick inch dragging inside me, teasing that spot until I’m shaking.

Fucking hell, how does he expect me to answer truthfully when he’s buried his cock deep inside of me? The truth is right at the tip of my tongue, Irina says I’m a Lycan. I bite my lip hard, pleasure rolling through me in waves as my brain scrambles for a lie to say instead.

"I... I was scared," I whimper, tears flowing freely now as pleasure and emotion crash together. "It’s so intense... I didn’t want to need you this much. But I do, Ronan. I need you. I need this—fuck, I need you so badly it hurts."

A low, satisfied groan rumbles from his chest. He releases my hair only to wrap one strong arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him while his other hand slides down to rub tight circles over my swollen clit.

"Good girl," he praises, voice rough with approval. "That’s my Rose. Let go for me. Let me give you everything."

He starts thrusting again, faster, harder, deeper. The new angle combined with his fingers on my clit sends me spiraling. My pussy clenches violently around him as another orgasm rips through me, making me scream his name.

"Ronan—! Oh goddess, yes—!"

He fucks me through it without mercy, growling praises and filthy words into my ear the entire time.

He releases my hair, letting the damp strands fall forward and sprawl across the sheets like a messy halo. Some of it sticks to my tear-streaked face, but I don’t care. I can’t care, when he bends me further, pressing my chest down into the mattress while his strong hands grip my waist in a possessive hold.

His thrusts turn faster, deeper, almost punishing in their intensity. The wet, obscene sound of his hips slamming against my ass echoes through the cottage with every stroke. Each powerful plunge drags perfectly along that sensitive spot inside me, making my eyes flutter and my mouth fall open in a silent scream.

"Goddess... Ronan..." I gasp brokenly, my voice hoarse and trembling. "I don’t think... I can... This is too much... too much... I can’t—"

"Yes you can, baby," he growls, voice low and rough with raw hunger. His fingers dig harder into my waist as he pulls me back onto his cock with every thrust. "Your body was made for me. This pussy was made for me. Take it. Take every fucking inch."

My hips buck back against him instinctively, chasing the overwhelming pleasure even as my mind spins. That familiar tightening coils low in my belly, hot and insistent, building faster than I can handle. My walls flutter and clench greedily around his thick length.

"Gosh... right there... yes... right there—" My words dissolve into desperate, broken moans. "I’m about to—!"

I don’t get to finish the sentence.

Ronan slams deep inside me with a powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden, brutal fullness tips me over the edge.

My entire body quivers violently. A shattering orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, ripping a raw, broken scream from my throat. My pussy spasms hard around his cock, squeezing and pulsing as wave after wave of blinding ecstasy floods through me. My thighs shake uncontrollably. Fresh slick gushes around him, soaking us both as my vision whites out.

"Ronan—! Oh fuck, Ronan—!" I sob his name like a prayer, tears pouring down my face while my body convulses beneath him.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting through my climax, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure, his low groans mixing with my cries. One of his hands slides up my spine, pressing me down harder as he leans over me, his chest hot against my back.

"That’s it, my beautiful Rose," he rasps against my ear, voice filled with pride and lust. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel you."

Even as the orgasm begins to fade into trembling aftershocks, the heat inside me still burns. I’m not done. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with him.

I push back weakly against him, whimpering softly, silently begging for more.